"Athos has a sword?" I let out an appreciative whistle. "Good-looking, the perpetual grumpiness of a cat, and he' skilled with weapons? Remind me to stay on his good side."

I watch the way her gaze flickers to various people around the room; I can infer that we have a plethora of badasses assembled in one room.

Somehow, if I'd thought to bring a pinata, I suspect the outcome of that game would prove more interesting than most birthday parties.